In Tokyo, the dungeon master

"...Our men tried to approach her several times, but she ignored them. The Shirakawa family's bodyguards have been protecting her in secret, so we can't force her."

Even at the anime conventions she sometimes attends, we can't find a suitable entry point. She only looks at the beautiful cosplayers, so there's no way to use her charm to get her to actively approach our Guiyi Sect.

"Furthermore, many people have recently seen that Shirakawa Manka has started living with her father again, making it even more difficult to make a move."

As soon as his subordinate finished speaking, Shinichi Utsunomiya lit the cigar with the added substance between his fingers. The pale blue smoke rose slowly, blurring his expression, but it couldn't hide the sudden chill in his eyes.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze shifting from the lewd scene before him to the Tokyo nightscape outside the window. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority:

"Shirakawa Manka... is a notorious idiot in this circle."

"Moreover, the real power of the Shirakawa Group is still in the hands of this stupid woman. She's out of that old devil Shirakawa Keiji's sight. Such a good opportunity... If she converts to my sect and becomes my Star Wrath, it will definitely make the foundation of the Guiyi Sect even more solid..."

"Ever since that old devil Shinichi Tsuchimikado was shot dead in the street, I can sense that our greatest reliance, the Tsuchimikado family, has become estranged from us. The new prime minister has outwardly agreed to my request, but who knows when she might turn against us. If it weren't for the fact that they have more power than us, I would have been prepared to take a hard line against the female prime minister..."

"After the assassination, although the perpetrator committed suicide and there was no follow-up, the overwhelming public opinion must also be considered... Although the environment in Japan is much better than that of Tokyo University, it is ultimately not as good as that in South Korea, where there is too little religious freedom."

"But if we could have the resources and money of the Shirakawa family, we could lie low for a while and avoid the limelight. At most, we could change our names and still... The plan can't stop. There's no one more suitable."

He flicked the ash off his cigar lightly, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

"You guys are so stupid," Shinichi Utsunomiya said in an even lower voice, with a hint of sarcasm. "A woman like Manka Shirakawa must have seen all kinds of men, so ordinary handsome men don't even catch her eye."

"But she has been a widow for a year. She appears elegant and aloof on the surface, but deep down she must be hiding an emptiness that no one knows about. I understand this kind of woman best. The people you've found are too vulgar and too deliberate."

The subordinate beside him froze, quickly lowered his head, and dared not utter a word of rebuttal: "Your subordinate is foolish and asks for guidance from Your Excellency."

Shinichi Utsunomiya sneered, his fingertips lightly tracing the smoke of his cigar. His eyes once again became murky and greedy as his gaze swept over several handsome, tall young believers in the crowd. The smile on his lips grew increasingly morbid.

"Choose again, the kind of man who looks upright and noble, but also has a wild and fierce side."

Don't try too hard to please her, don't reveal your identity, just appear by chance around her—she likes anime conventions and niche things, so you can start from those places, even pretending to be a silly, delusional cosplayer.

He paused, his tone carrying an unquestionable command: "Tell them to do whatever it takes to make Shirakawa Manka fall into their trap. If I hadn't come in person, Shirakawa would have discovered it. I would have done it myself, which would have been too easy for you."

Once she gets involved with our Guiyi Sect, once she tastes the flavor of desire, once she tries our sect's secret medicines, she will never be able to escape.

At that time, her wealth and connections will become nourishment for the Guiyi Cult, and she will become my most docile plaything, just like these people, completely subjugated to me.

The subordinate quickly replied, "Yes, Your Holiness, I will arrange it immediately and will certainly not disappoint you."

After speaking, he bowed and stepped back, carefully avoiding the entangled crowd, and disappeared into the dark corridor.

Shinichi Utsunomiya brought the cigar to his lips, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke from his nostrils, enveloping his indifferent face.

He turned his gaze back to the lewd ritual before him. The shouts and wanton laughter of the believers grew increasingly jarring, yet they sounded like the most beautiful music, bringing a look of satisfaction to his face.

Outside the window, Tokyo remained bustling and vibrant, with neon lights flashing and cars thronging the streets. No one knew what kind of unspeakable evil was unfolding inside this seemingly glamorous building, nor did anyone know that a conspiracy against "Big Fool" Shirakawa Manka was being orchestrated under his control.

The headquarters of the Guiyi Cult was like a malignant tumor hidden behind prosperity, and Shinichi Utsunomiya was the core of this tumor.

Just as the figure of the previous subordinate disappeared at the end of the corridor, and Shinichi Utsunomiya began to join the sacred ceremony, another priest, dressed in a red robe and of higher rank, approached:

"Your Holiness! Something important! The paranormal events in Adachi Ward... Adachi Ward are real!"

Shinichi Utsunomiya paused slightly in his intense movements, then turned away to face the world, looking like the great evil god Zorc.

He frowned slightly, his tone tinged with impatience and sarcasm, as if he had heard some laughable nonsense:

"What's the panic? It's just a rumor from the streets, those silly stories made up by the ignorant masses. Is it really worth getting so worked up? You must have heard some rumors."

In his view, the so-called supernatural phenomena and evil gods are nothing more than fragments of legends that various charlatans in the same industry casually integrate into their doctrines in order to bewitch believers. Those bizarre summoning rituals and whispers of evil gods have always been tools used by his peers to bind people's hearts and show off their divinity. As the second-generation founder of the religion, he himself has never truly believed in them.

He believed that those people in the Vatican were also non-believers in God.

"It's not a rumor, Your Holiness!" The subordinate immediately knelt down, his voice trembling but unusually firm.

"It's an inside story from our informant in the police station, and it's absolutely true! A few nights ago, strange red lights kept appearing at the abandoned hospital in Adachi Ward, and nearby residents heard inhuman screams, as well as various traces of a battle..."

Patrolling police officers went in to investigate, and when they came out, something seemed wrong. They said the space inside was shrinking, which might be a hallucination, but no drug components were detected.

Some people seem to have gone mad, saying that certain places are shrouded in black mist, and once you enter, you will be delirious for a long time. The video also supports their claims, so maybe there really is an evil god!

A prophecy circulates within the church: the end times are coming, darkness is rising, the devil's lair is descending, and the Savior will finally appear—it must be true.

These words were like a pebble that struck Shinichi Utsunomiya's heart, shattering his long-held conviction.

He slowly straightened up. Upon hearing this news, he felt that the array in this decadent temple, which should have been fabricated, seemed to have become even more bizarre.

For the first time, the indifference and greed in his cloudy eyes were gone, replaced by disbelief and a hint of agitation.

He always believed that the doctrines of the Guiyi Sect were nothing more than a carefully crafted lie by his father—integrating some Eastern and Western myths and legends, supernatural tales, and mixing in his own desires and demands to deceive those who longed for salvation and were empty inside.

As his successor, he used this set of lies to amass wealth, control his followers, and satisfy his personal desires.

Equivalent exchange, fair trade.

Even he himself knew that those so-called evil gods descending to earth and doomsday revelations were all nonsense.

But now, with inside information from the police at hand, the paranormal events in Adachi Ward perfectly matched the prophetic doctrines his father had once fabricated, leaving him no choice but to be alarmed.

My father seemed to have said that those things were real in ancient times.

"Evil God... Summoning Ritual..." Shinichi Utsunomiya murmured, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty and a secret excitement.

He slowly raised his hand, caressing the sacred mark his father had branded on his chest since birth, his eyes gradually becoming obsessive and crazed:

"Could it be... that those weren't lies? Could there really be an evil god? Could everything Father has been fabricating all along be true?"

The kneeling subordinates dared not raise their heads, only hearing the Pope's voice coming from above, trembling with an almost obsessive intensity:

"Did the informant say anything else? Did they mention any specific methods for summoning those strange phenomena?"

His tone at this moment had lost its former authority and was filled with urgency, like a believer bewitched by the truth, who had completely forgotten that he was the omniscient leader.

"Sorry, no, that's not the case."

"is that so……"

Shinichi Utsunomiya suddenly had an idea: according to the knowledge left by his father, he would hold the grandest ceremony, mobilize all his power, and summon the evil god. If he could get a response, perhaps he could obtain true extraordinary power.

At that time... there will be no need for Shirakawa Manka to slowly test him anymore; he can kidnap her right there on the street.

Let's contact the Prime Minister again. The Tsuchimikado family produced some of Japan's most famous Onmyoji (yin-yang masters) in ancient times; she might have more information...

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Well, this kind of ritual is destined to be ineffective. If there really is any evil god who can respond to the Guiyi Cult, it can only be Gu Meng.

Even more unfortunately, Gu Meng has already noticed that someone is eyeing his important assets...

Wan Hua was his most cherished descendant, and he wouldn't even consider paying more. Anyone who tried to take advantage of him was already doomed.